Early on Sunday morning, almost everyone in Nanjiang knew that the potential family was going to build a new house.
People rushed to tell each other, word of mouth: From today, all the goods in Qianjia grocery store will be cleared at 5% off.
After breakfast, everyone in the potential family broke up with a smile, and everyone was full of energy like never before.
Qian's grandfather opened the store in the morning, Yang Yong drove the sheep to the mountain to patrol the gastrodia, Qian Xiaohai went to school and continued to participate in the band training, Qian Liqin went to the grocery store to help out after havingtily done housework. Only Qian Mai took his sister to wander around the house leisurely.
After a while, the pen was closed neatly. Qianmai took a step back and carefully examined the pale gold gilt letterhead in front of him. He felt good about himself and smiled with satisfaction. He leaned down, couldn't wait to blow it a few times, and before the handwriting was dried, he picked it up and handed it to the sister next to him; "Xiao Mo, this is the last piece of writing brush written, you take it to the store to paste it up for grandpa."
"Yes." Qian Xiaomo took it over carefully, and said softly: "Qianjia Department Store, warm feedback, return hometown, 5% off the audience, hot sale in progress..."
"It's'return to the hometown'." Qian Maimai cleaned up his pen, ink, paper and inkstone, while not forgetting to correct his sister's typos.
"Hey, I don't know this word." Qian Xiaomo blushed and stuck out her tongue embarrassedly, meditating silently to the shop in front of her to send her the word. Qianmai didn’t idle either. He took out a set of drawing materials that he left at home from the drawer, took out a few sheets of colored cardboard, grabbed a handful of colored pens, and immersed himself in writing, drawing, and painting. Smear and wipe.
I don't know how long it took, and there was a slight sound of footsteps outside. Qian Mai Mai thought it was her sister who came back, and muttered: "I haven't painted it yet. You can help in the shop first."
"Hehe..." A string of silver bell-like laughter rang behind him, and then Qian Xiaofen's delicate voice came: "You know it was your ghost idea. At the entrance of your store, the credit union's bulletin board, the big banyan tree on the bridge , It's all covered by your "big-character poster"."
Hearing the voice of his cousin, it coincided with the key point in the painting, Qian Mai held his breath and did not answer, and continued to carefully outline the saliva that the cartoon little girl coveted. In one go, until the entire facial expression was processed, he turned his head to say hello to Qian Xiaofen, only to see a tall girl behind her, who was the "tablemate" Li Meijun who had not been seen for a long time.
"HI, beauties, long time no see." Qian Mai hurriedly got up and greeted them: "Sit down first, I'll pour tea."
Li Meijun hurriedly and politely took Qianmai's hand, shook the Sprite in his hand, and blinked her charming eyes jokingly: "There is already a drink, 5% off. We only bought it after seeing your advertisement."
Latent Wheat took a closer look, and sure enough, there was a bottle in his hands, and he couldn't laugh or cry at the door.
"Are you painting? You should be busy, let's take a look at your calligraphy and painting." Qian Xiaofen was familiar with the road, pulled Li Meijun to sit on the edge of the bed, and pointed to a beautiful four-foot lotus ink painting on the wall behind the bed. Introduce it.
That was the most satisfying one that Qianmai picked out from dozens of finished products after being idle at home during the summer vacation last year. But seeing the lotus leaves of Tian Tian stretched under the morning breeze, an elegant pink lotus has quietly bloomed in the shadows, and a budding flower bone blossoms next to it, and a solid flower bud is gestating. A lively life. The inscription on the left is the familiar Zhou Dunyi's "Ailian Shuo". The whole work is dripping with ink and skillful brushwork, the picture is simple but not monotonous, and the composition is generous and full of charm. There is also that kind of vigorous and thriving beauty and connotation, which is imaginative and endless.
Li Meijun liked it very much, and couldn't help but read it softly: "I love the lotus only from the silt but not stained, the lotus is clear and not demon, the center is straight and the outside is straight, without vines and branches..."
Qian Xiaofen smiled unexpectedly: "I know you all love this tune. Wheat also said that the lotus is a holy thing, the mother of Nezha, the futon under the Guanyin seat, and the monk's water purification bowl. … She also said that the lotus does not seem to be an ordinary plant, but an otherworldly girl, with shame eyes and low eyebrows, graceful but pure and unselfish in heart. It doesn’t seem like the lotus we see at all... "
Qianmai heard a cry from the bottom of his heart: "Aunt Xiaofen, how can you tell others what I said so unreservedly." But it was helpless, so I don't want to stop it. Seeing that Li Meijun was holding several books in his hand, he wanted to find himself if there was something to do. Just let them chat with each other, so I sat back at the table and started drawing, preparing to ask them intently after the small poster at hand was over.
After scribbling and painting, I finally finished the image of the greedy little girl. Immediately afterwards, Qianmai changed a slightly thick black pen, asked his cheeks to think about it, and then wrote the advertisement.
Just as she was able to write energetically, Li Meijun's small smile came faintly behind her. Qian Xiaofen walked over and saw that there was a cartoon little girl who was drooling at snacks with wide eyes drawn on the pink cardboard. She suddenly laughed unceremoniously: "'Love your mouth, Qian All the snacks in the department store are 5% off.'. You also count as an advertisement?"
"Haha, give it a try." Qian Mai smiled, and directly treated her ridicule as a compliment, and continued to write the big art word "Super Value Special" in the blank space in the lower right corner.
On the side, Qian Xiaofen's phoenix claws with long nails stretched out curiously towards the small poster that had already been drawn.
I took it over and saw that on the light green cardboard, there were five big characters "Celebrate Father's Day" written in the center. On the right is a simple stroke, Liao Liao sketches a middle-aged man wearing a hoe and a straw hat in a few strokes. On the left blank space is densely written: "On special days, should I buy a cigarette and a bottle of wine for my industrious father as a reward? Qianjia Department Store will give you 5% off merchandise!"
Qian Xiaofen curled his mouth and laughed: "Qian Mai, you idiot? How can anyone persuade someone to buy cigarettes and wine for his father. It's harmful to health, don't you understand?"
Qianmai rolled his eyes directly at her: "Fathers are just like this, don't you know? What's the point of enjoying it during the festival."
The two cousins laughed at Yan Yan and quarreled with joy, but Li Meijun pointed to the small poster and asked other questions: "Mai, what are the words you wrote? It's strange, but it's so beautiful. Just like it."
"It's just ordinary art characters."
"Is there anything like this for art characters? Our art teacher publishes blackboard newspapers, and the titles are all hollow characters. I thought art characters are hollow characters..." Li Meijun said softly, blushing. Don't look at her now that she has become tall and outstanding, but she is still the same as before, timid and easy to blush.
"There are many types of artistic characters, ever-changing, very interesting. I'm in a hurry now, these are just thicker and bolder fonts." Qianmai explained a little bit.
"It's great to go to school in the city, you can know so much." Li Meijun said enviously.
Of course, one is a key middle school in the county and the other is an ordinary middle school in the village. The teachers and equipment are not at the same level. But you can't say so straightforwardly, especially to Li Meijun, who has been studying hard and working very hard. Qianmai smiled lightly and encouraged: "Work hard, and go to high school in the county next year. By that time, you will be exposed to more things and your horizons will be broadened. You will know more."
"My grades are only medium in Nanjiang, can I pass the exam like this?" Li Meijun doubted gloomily.
"Of course you can! As long as you work hard, you will be able to achieve the goal. Moreover, there are various vocational schools and technical schools in the county, and there are many choices." Qian Mai Coarse drew a pie for her.
For this comfort to his cousin, Qian Xiaofen laughed very shamelessly: "I think it's better to save the province. In the third grade of Nanjiang last year, 15 people were admitted to the high school and secondary school. With our grades, Nian Xiaofen died in the classroom. It’s just to accompany the exam. In the end, I’m working, so instead of reading those boring books, it’s better to watch more TV shows.
"Qian Xiaofen, you are an idiot, you have the ability to say the same in front of your little aunt." Qian Mai Mai unceremoniously gave his cousin a blank look, then turned his head and smiled and said to Li Meijun: "Don't pay attention to her, she is talking nonsense. ,Dogs bark."
"Why don't I talk nonsense?" Qian Xiaofen protested happily, "Did you not see the slogan on the wall of the township government? "Complete compulsory education, and then work after junior high school." In other words, after junior high school, our task is to work. Up."
"Sophistry!" Qian Mai was too lazy to argue with his cousin, so as to save Li Meijun from being sad, so she changed the subject and asked her, "What can I do for you?"
Li Meijun politely put a few textbooks on the table and said hesitantly: "During the mid-term exam, I turned through Xiaofen's book, and it contained the key points you marked her. I also crossed it back, and as a result, many of them passed the test. For this final exam, I also think... Can you also mark it for me?"
"No problem, take it." Qianmai readily agreed, but Qing Qing glanced at his cousin, "Where's yours?"
Qian Xiaofen said nonchalantly: "When the time comes, I will borrow Li Meijun's stroke, and you can help her to do it."
Hearing that, Qian Mai opened "English" and quickly identified key sentence patterns. I couldn't help but sigh secretly: This is the problem of left-behind children. When I was young, my cousin Qian Xiaofen was very easy to learn. Although she had stayed in grades, her performance has been good after the foundation was strengthened. However, as she grows up, the little girl gradually comes into contact with people and things outside. Compared with the colorful world, the life of studying hard in the cold window is monotonous and boring. Qian Xiaofen's attention was immediately attracted to the past, coupled with the increasing difficulty of learning, academic performance has been steadily retreating. Qiansongyou and his wife have been stationed in the mountains of Longquan all the year round to make a fortune, and they have always neglected to manage their children. Lan Meier's nagging, Qian Xiaofen's left ear has been coming in and out of her right ear since she grew up. Over the years, Qian Xiaofen has evolved to take full graduation as his biggest goal. Sure enough, the same rice raises all kinds of people. For the three left-behind children in Mao's own class, their F3 scores are so extraordinary.
When Qianmai finished writing "English" and grabbed another copy of "Natural Science", Qian Xiaomo jumped in and said to You Rongyan: "Sister, grandpa told mother that your handwriting has improved a lot. It is said to be completely natural, and the pen is like a mountain stream of "force", rushing steadily and unevenly..."
Ha ha, Qian Mai was very happy to hear the alternative praise from my grandfather. This is the case for this serious old man, who devalues you as worthless on the face, but will boast you a few words behind him, and he is not surprised a long time ago.
"How's the business outside?"
"Very good, the goods go quickly. I helped my mother tie the washing powder and soap together with transparent glue. My mother said this is called'buy two get one free'. Two packets of washing powder get a piece of soap." Qian Xiaomo Some proudly take credit.
"Oh, I see." Qianmai nodded and told her sister: "Xiao Mo, take the small posters on the table to the school and the township government's bulletin board and paste them on the bulletin boards of the school and the township government. Bring a stool over and post them higher. "
"Okay, promise to complete the task." Qian Xiaomo bounced back and left.
In this compartment, Qian Mai, while paddling, explained to Li Meijun from time to time. When it comes to knowing what they want, the two laughed softly at the same time. This is jealous of Qian Xiaofen, who is boring and idle: "Mai, I was at the door just now. I heard my grandma and uncle say that your house needs to be demolished and rebuilt. Then where will you live?"
"Listen to my parents' arrangements."
"Let's live in my house. Anyway, I live in such a big room by myself. It's empty and boring. It happened that you and Xiao Mo were living here." Qian Xiaofen immediately became interested.
"I can't ask for it, I'm afraid it will disturb you too much."
"Khan! We don't need to say this to our own family." Qian Xiaofen waved his hand boldly.
"Then I will come to your house during the summer vacation. I still have a lot of questions and want to ask wheat to teach me." Li Meijun said.
"Okay." That's boring. Although Qian Xiaofen was unhappy, she still agreed with a smack.
Had lunch in a hurry, it was a little closer. Seeing that the bus to the county seat was approaching, Qian Mai hurriedly drew his father into the room.
"What's the matter?" Yang Yong couldn't help being surprised when his daughter looked hurriedly and mysteriously.
Qianmai quickly took out a passbook from his schoolbag, handed it to Yang Yong, and whispered: "Dad, you will go to Huayang tomorrow. I want to ask you to do something for me."
"What's the matter?" Yang Yong asked casually, looking at his passbook, his eyes suddenly changed. Pointed to the passbook and counted it down again, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, yes, it is indeed a large number of six digits, and it was mixed for a while: "Wheat, where did you come from so much? money?"
In order to prevent his father from wanting to be crooked, Qianmai hurriedly clarified: "It is the design fee earned by the Avril Apparel Company."
"Really?" Yang Yong knows that his eldest daughter works part-time in the Avril Apparel Company designing clothes. He always encourages his daughter to do it with the idea that he can exercise his children's various abilities. But I always thought that this was just a little kid's play, and at most I could make a few cents, enough for her to buy some clothes and snacks. The daughter did ask herself for a bank passbook, saying that she wanted to deposit design fees. I gave it as a joke, but I didn't expect it to be such a scary amount today.
"Really, really." Qianmai nodded frequently: "Every money here is well documented by Avril. But dad, let's not speak up about this matter..."
"Why?" Yang Yong hurriedly asked, could it be true that there was any shameful reason.
"Dad, the pictures for Avril’s clothes are actually all I pieced together and copied from others. Fortunately, so far, it’s safe and okay. I’m already very satisfied with earning so much. But there is a way of'always be there. Walking by the lake, how can I not wet my shoes?' I have decided not to do it in the future. We are a little rich and accept it as soon as we see it." Let's just say that.
"I was shocked by you, it turned out to be like this, then I'm relieved." Yang Yong sighed deeply. After letting go, I thought about it and I was very puzzled: "Did you copy other people's pictures? I clearly saw that you painted them stroke by stroke by yourself. How can this be a copy, you draw? 、Isn’t all writing with brush copy copied? You copy him, he copy you, copy it well and copy it like it is real kung fu..."
Khan, this is creative plagiarism. But how do you explain it to the rural father? Latent wheat burst into sweat, and had to cut the mess quickly: "In short, I am worried about making this money. I want to concentrate on studying in the future, but the Nan family has already said that I will not do it."
"Well, that's fine. Then what do you want me to do for you?" Yang Yong asked with a smile of joy.
"I want to ask my father to help me buy a store in Huayang, all according to the amount on the passbook."
"No problem." Yang Yong looked at his eldest daughter approvingly. He didn't expect that the child had such a good vision, and he knew how to make plans for his future at a young age.
"But I have a few requirements..." Qianmai said groaningly.
"Let's talk about it, you always have to choose carefully when you buy a store. It's natural to have a request." Yang Yong encouraged his daughter to continue.
"First, the location must be next to Moon Lake at the foot of Huayang Mountain. Second, the third certificate must write my name, and I will decide how to use the store in the future. Third, I don't want other people to know it, so don't tell my mother for the time being. "Thinking about it is also carefully planned, the three requirements, Latent Wheat almost blurted out. But then, she felt guilty in her heart. How could anyone ask her father to do things and make so many demands? I don't know if her father would be sad after hearing this. My heart suddenly jumped up and down, his face flushed, his head was buried low, and he didn't dare to look directly at Yang Yong's eyes.
"Can you tell me the reason? Especially why the location is next to Yuehu Lake at the foot of Huayang Mountain. There are all connected with ethnic minority settlements across the river, and there are only a few lonely demolition and resettlement communities. . Buying a storefront is definitely not a good choice."
Yang Yong asked his daughter softly, her voice as flat as water. But only he knows that his heart is far from being so calm on the surface. Buying a storefront is obviously a good thing, but why doesn't the daughter tell her even the wife? Why did she mention her name in the three certificates? Is it because you are worried that adults will give up the store to Xiaohai? Although he and his wife have a patriarchal mindset, they would never do it. Why is the daughter's request full of defensive color? It seems that I have to discuss it with my wife. I have always known that the eldest daughter's mind is sensitive and complicated, but she did not expect that she would be so vigilant and step by step. Don't girls of this age always be happy every day, buy clothes and shoes, and make themselves beautiful as their biggest goal? Why is his eldest daughter so precocious and sophisticated
When Yang Yong had a lot of thoughts, Qianmai was also hard to tell, but since she started, she decided to go to the end. It's not good to entrust others to do things. You must analyze your own meaning clearly. It's not that I didn't think about waiting to buy a store in adulthood, but she knew very well that according to Huayang's house price, the store would definitely shrink by half in four years.
Although he was still blushing and lowered his head, he had the courage to speak: "The last time I went to Huayang for the exam, I asked, the store in Jiangbei is now very cheap, and the house price is lower than that in Jiangnan. The scenery there is good. It is beautiful, with beautiful mountains and clear waters and greenery. I like it very much. Moreover, I have called the Construction Bureau, and the planning and construction there will be very good in the future. "Ten years later, the rising new district is the heart of Huayang.
"Well, if that's the case, then you can consider it. What about the three certificates?" Yang Yong followed the temptation, and suddenly wanted to hear the true voice of his daughter.
Sure enough, I couldn't escape this problem. Since I can’t escape, I might as well say: “I’m under 18 years old now, and my parents must have guardians to handle the three certificates... Before I became an adult, my parents had the right to exercise... but there was no discretionary right to dispose of the store... etc. When I grow up, this store belongs to me." Huhu, Qianmai gasped for breath, his eloquence really is not good, it is so difficult to say a few sentences, so the words are not expressing the meaning.
"It's naturally yours to buy with your money." Yang Yong couldn't help sighing, how could this child feel so insecure.
Sure enough, I didn't express it well, and Dad wanted to be crooked. Qian Mai waved his hand and hurriedly said, "Dad, my name is written on the three certificates, mainly because... because this store will be used for special purposes in the future. The initial rent is recovered and it can be used for my studies. But when I graduated , I will use it to do some meaningful things. I haven’t thought about the specifics yet, but it’s certain that it won’t make money anymore... I don’t want my parents and relatives to make irresponsible remarks in the future. , I am in charge of my store. Only when my name is written on the three certificates can I be confident and confident..."
"You have arranged everything about yourself so that we adults don't have to worry about it. How can we interfere with you in the future. Is there any request?" Yang Yong suddenly found out when he looked at his daughter whose eyes flickered and drifted. Actually, I don't really understand her.
"No more." Qianmai still lowered his head, and the horse's tail flicked violently.
Yang Yong sighed slightly, this daughter seemed to be hiding a secret, and it seemed that she didn't completely trust herself. But it’s always a good thing to buy a storefront. I couldn’t help showing a bright smile, and stroked my daughter’s head a few times: “My wheat is so capable, and my dad hasn’t made so much money yet. Don’t worry, go to school. Study and exam. Dad will take care of all these things for you. Our family is now buying a store and building a house. Double happiness is coming, Dad is so happy today."
"Thank you, Dad." Qianmai slowly raised his head, his eyes were slightly red, and he tremblingly handed out his little finger: "Dad, pull the hook!..."
Seeing the childish behavior of his daughter, Yang Yong smiled more happily: "Well, Lagou, this is the secret between our father and daughter."
Seeing his father's dark and powerful little fingers intertwined with his own white and soft little fingers, Qian Mai stared at his father's smiling eyes and smiled shyly.
Seeing her daughter laughed, Yang Yong couldn't help but raised her voice in a good mood to tease: "My daughter made three requests to me today. Can I also make one request to her?"
"What's the requirement?" Qianmai's face flushed even more.
"No matter what you have in the future, don't hide it from Dad. As long as you tell it, Dad will do everything possible to help you complete it." Yang Yong said.
"Yeah. I have to look for my father if I have something." Qianmai looked at his father frankly, nodded and smiled happily, but suddenly she made a grimace again, and stopped outside calling her bus and ran: "This life is this life. , I only have one secret... but I just don’t tell Dad.” (To be continued, if you want to know what’s going on, please visit www.qidian.com, more chapters, support the author, support genuine reading!)